Nettles


The sting of knowing is like grabbing a nettle;
the burning shock causes unsettle.
When secrets and lies are used to deceive
how can a relationship we ever retrieve?
Lies choke like weeds, you cannot forget.
Truth shocks like nettles, blistering scars of regret.
To find that memories are woven in lies
is a painful thing to realize.

Image & Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
Poem from my book, “Weeds”

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